Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

When Sang Wen said this, he paused lightly, lowered his head slightly, and focused his eyes on the lines on his palm.

He knew that at this moment, the old gentleman who was connected to him in real time on the optical brain was listening to his voice.

Countless readers or fans online are listening to their own voices.

He could also hear his own voice, and the words echoed in his ears, with clear words and clear sentences.

So in fact, it's not difficult to call out.

Anyone can shout, but some people become wise men in the end, while others become lunatics in the end.

How to shout powerfully and loudly, how to be contagious and change the world.

There is still a road that is too bumpy and too long to walk and climb.

"The direction we want is higher than all those things." Sang Wen raised his eyes and looked blankly at an unknown point in the distance.

"The direction is that the distance can reach the unknown, and the depth can reach the illusion. Our eyes should always be able to see through the future, and we can also see the distance."

Sang Wen said slowly: "If imagination can't span history and leap light years, how can imagination be invincible?"

The latter sentence is the slogan of the Federal Short Story Contest.

Sang Wen said this sentence because he thought of it and felt that it was very appropriate to put it here.

The invincibility of imagination is because it is not limited, restrained, and controlled.

The orthodox judge of the competition, Benjer, heard this sentence here, and suddenly felt a bit of irony from the bottom of his heart.

This slogan is not his philosophy.

The slogan he proposed for this unprecedented competition of the Federation is——

"Literature is a plane armor."

In this short line, we can see Banjieer's lifelong philosophy on literature.

As for imagination surpassing gravity, imagination is always invincible, which is the catchphrase of Tu Weiwei's school.

It was Tu Weiwei who was finally adopted and won the final victory.

Thinking of Tu Weiwei, Benjier, who was opposite Guangnao, laughed.

"You are sticking to Tu Weiwei's theory." He said affirmatively, "But Tu Weiwei has tried for hundreds of years and failed to accomplish something. Do you think you can do it?"

Benjer didn't directly say what the matter was, but both he and Sangwen knew it well: "The optimal solution selected for thousands of years can be dissipated by your refutation during the conversation?"

If you have never seen the sun in your life, you will naturally think that candlelight is the brightest light in the world.

Sangwen wouldn't take a half step back. He listened to Benjer's words, but his tone became less serious, and he put on a smile: "Sir. But I also have hundreds of years."

Benjer listened to the voice.

There was no anxiety, indignation, sadness or despair in that voice.

That voice conveyed reason and desire that would never be defeated.

"Mr. Tu Weiwei used up hundreds of years, and I will use up these hundreds of years. After me, there will naturally be people who are willing to spend their hundreds of years."

Sang Wen’s words were calm but undiminished: “Sir, hundreds of years ago, there was no peace, no equality, no federal colleges, no ancient Chinese language and literature departments, no federal short story competitions, and no clouds.

And now, it's all there.

Mr. Tu Weiwei's hundreds of years have not been thrown into the garbage transfer station in vain.

So a few hundred years later, guess what I will let the interstellar age have? "

In the depths of his eyes, there are thousands of galaxies: "In the hundreds of years after me, what will they let the interstellar era have?"

Yu Gong moved the mountains, and finally moved the gods and achieved his goal.

But if there is no god, the ultimate success will be late, but it will come.

Benjer opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

He found that he, who has always been eloquent, was so stuck in front of Wenming that he couldn't refute a single sentence, and couldn't find a refutation point.

He was the one who could make Tu Weiwei take half a step back in his refutation.

Benjer laughed back angrily: "...you have such an idea, we will definitely meet one day. If you follow your path, we will definitely meet at one point one day."

"I'm waiting for you, child."

He said so.

Now, they have no way to reach an agreement.

This point, Sang Wen was deeply aware of it after hearing the old man over there cut off the connection.

Although it was very abrupt to break into an old man who looked like he was looking for faults rather than a discussion, the author's interview did not become embarrassing, nor did the readers make trouble.

The sensitivity of most readers is not strong enough to realize the hidden meaning in the words of civilization and old people.

Readers pay more attention to "Oh, that person said that we insist on Tu Weiwei's philosophy!" "Tu Weiwei is the soul of the Federation! Isn't we also very high-end and cool!" "Why? Don’t slap me! Smash me now!” and so on.

And sensitive readers can see more.

They frowned and began to think about the dialogue between civilization and the old man, and also thought about things that they didn't care about before.

Very few of them are starting to realize—

A change is destined not to be far away.

With a sound of "bang--", one person in the editorial department of Yuntu Company raised his foot and slammed it directly on the table, making a heavy noise.

"This newcomer is really inexplicable! What are you pretending to be? Is there such a thing in the author's interview?"

"I feel that the old man who explores deep literary ideas is simply a babysitter invited by Civilization!"

It was none other than Yuntu's editor Owen who spoke.

He is a typical veteran editor with many authors and resources.

For a long time in Yuntu, whether it is the bonuses he got or the attention he received, he was one of the best.

But recently, he has not been very proud.

After the author's interview, the impact was actually much greater than Sangwen thought.

In Sangwen's eyes, he only thought that the author's interview was a promotional activity for the author to cooperate with Yuntu, and it was a matter of mutual benefit and benefit for both parties.

He didn't care about the subtext contained in it.

But the subconsciousness in it will not disappear just because he doesn't care.

Just look at Wenming. After an interview with the author, there are all kinds of chatter on the forum about Wenming's "son of Yuntu", "resource hanging", "how many stars are stuffed", and many Yuntu authors on social homepages. If there is a bit of yin and yang, it is not difficult to guess that there are so many nonsense on the surface, and there must be more and more small talk in private.

The reason is also simple.

The interview with the author, for the author, is to a greater extent a recognition of "identity".

It is equivalent to that you are no longer just an ordinary Yuntu author, you are beginning to be appreciated by Yuntu's senior management, and even more resources will be waiting for you in the future.

Such a meaning.

It is one thing to make money, another thing to have readers and fans, and another thing to be recognized by Yuntu executives.

No one can replace the three of them.

Who wouldn't want to have it all?There is no end to human desires.

Owen was chatting with the human brain online. He was much more qualified than Tata, and he had an office by himself. He spoke very loudly, and he was not afraid of being heard.

"The next list of "Dragon Slaying" is the screen-opening push." ​​Owen contacted one of his writers who also participated in the Piloting the Future competition, speaking with dissatisfaction, "The screen-opening recommendation... This is usually given when an article is finished, or at most when it is almost finished."

The author over there understood Owen's meaning in seconds, and echoed: "The article "Dragon Slaying Art" is now at the climax of the serialization, how can it end? Tsk, there is a big push so early, it's really shocking." People are envious. Maybe what resources will be followed later?"

"Huh." Owen made a nasal sound, and did not follow the man's words to reveal more information.

But he revealed enough.

Editors are not allowed to disclose information about recommended positions on the list to their authors. This is a rigid rule.

Even though Wenming is the author under Tata and not under Owen, Owen's move is still challenging Yuntu's system and breaking the taboo.

Neither Owen nor the author he contacted seemed to care much.

This is not the first time they have done this.

They are used to chatting, and they feel that if they are not discovered, they cannot be called a violation.

"Xu Chen." Owen called out the author's pen name, "I see that your performance in this Piloting the Future competition is very good. Your current ranking is above Civilization."

Xu Chen let out a hi.

"That's because "Creation" has just been published, and I started serializing it when the competition just started. I can't compare with civilization!"

Owen didn't know this.

But civilization is not his author, and he won't get any benefits from the achievements of civilization, but will be forcibly divided by others.

He sighed, and chatted with Xu Chen about other things for a while, urging Xu Chen to update well, it's better to add frequent and sudden updates like civilization inexplicably.

After that, the optical-brain connection was cut off.

After venting his negative emotions, Owen went to work.

But Xuchen, the author of Yuntu, is not as easy to let go as Owen, the editor.

Xu Chen was far less natural than he showed, and he felt uncomfortable as well.

Although he mocked himself "I'm not comparable to civilization", the resentment in his heart was still full of anger and was about to explode.

How many authors have been writing in Yuntu for so many years, and the achievements they have achieved are barely enough to make ends meet.

What resources and benefits are simply out of reach.

In fact, it is very simple.

Without creating more benefits for Yuntu, Yuntu will bias various publicity resources to others.

But after writing in Yuntu for so many years, the truth is the truth, and people still look forward to some affection.

Sometimes I just refuse to believe that Yuntu will turn a blind eye to himself who has been working hard for so many years from the perspective of interests.

However, Yuntu is like this.

Therefore, the prosperity of civilization is a grand event that makes all authors jealous.

Xu Chen is a somewhat talented person, but he is far from being able to use his talent to compete with others.

He also worked hard, but he didn't work hard enough to stand out.

No difference, no bad grades, not a lot of money, fans are big one by one.

There are as many as there should be, and there is none of them.

...How could it be possible to be satisfied?

When he was in a daze, the optical brain prompted the sound.

Xu Chen looked up and saw that "Dragon Slaying Technique" had released another update.

He watched the update blankly, watching Selton and the rebels fighting wits and courage, his heart seemed to be split into two.

One side said: The writing is really good, when can I have such a level?

The other side is saying: What is written, what kind of rubbish, and still Tu Weiwei's ideas, how dare you give yourself money.

After Xu Chen finished reading, he was in a bad mood because of what his editor Owen said, and it was even worse.

He wanted to make himself comfortable, and then he started commenting.

Xuchen's comments are different from ordinary people's comments.

Extra fun.

The author has something to say: Sang Wen: Are you... the legendary barbarian?

Xuchen: hum~

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